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Chiswick 520am

Hello trains Hello planes Then, welcome at first, Hello rain. To muffle the sounds But it is hard on this ground. No soil or grass, plants or tree, Just flagstones and brick Pelting and tapping high notes out of key. Gutter pipes dumping No tune, no waves More banging and splashing, My child now awake. He grips hard to sleep Too short was the night Long realities await Cheap blinds let in the light. Third such night Threats and claims replace dreams. Our dream of moving West Not the answer it seemed.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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